Once upon a time a woman named Kayla walked into the Blood Bank.
The Blood Bank was filled with the elderly, who loved to donate Blood.
The Building was right on East Blvd., next to the diary, which was right next to a maximum-security prison.
The building shined a Clorox-like whiteness that one could see for two miles in each direction.
The people in the Blood Bank remained very obedient.
Obedient to the point of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Kayla could not understand how in 800 square feet of building you could see hundreds of people.
The amount of blood collected could fill Balboa Stadium and more.
Kayla, a married Buddhist, believed that in her heart of hearts that she was helping to save lives, but little did she know, she provided food to a whole different race of beings.
When Kayla gave blood, she was sure to enter the Clorox-white building with food in her stomach.
She would deposit at least one gallon of blood every single time she went to the Blood Bank.
She also enjoyed the candies they left of the table, the one pound sample box from See’s Candies.
She also mentioned that she loved the juice with all her heart because being Buddhist, one cannot drink too much of anything at all.
It is only a problem, when you acknowledge something is a problem.
Before she left the place of business, she could have the OCD complexed workers calling in patients like a herd of cattle.
They had so many people to process.
Each donor had a specific ID that were the food batch of the area.
The new race of people have been in Hawaii since 1827, when the first British Captain Percival came and introduced his indentured servants to the Islands.
Back in the day, there was no such thing as a blood bank; however, one could truly see why bloodletting worked the best in those times.
Instead of the blood bank becoming the main place for food, the hospitals became the smorgasbord of food.